Post by Noah Hanson on Nov 18, 2011 0:51:54 GMT -3
{After Showdown}
{Noah is shown walking backstage, the anger evident on his face as he pushes his way past the backstage crew and the few wrestlers that are still hanging around. He sees his wife and waves her to their dressing room and pushes the door open.}
“You ok?” Kristina asked curiously.
“Do I look ok Kris?” Noah replied coldly.
“No.” she quickly replied.
{Noah turns towards Kristina and she smiles uneasily at him and hands him his gear bag.}
“They stole that win from me, Diego, the ref, hell probably all the way to the top. They can't stand to see me win, to see me dominate the roster the way I have so what do they do they instruct the ref to make a fast count, it's all on video, on youtube, people are not blind, mindless drones that will just walk over the cliff because you tell them they are lemmings. I have proven to be the top of the class around here and it pissed everyone off, Steel wouldn't give me a rematch but he “gives” me another chance to get into the chamber...” Noah explained before being cutoff by Kristina.
“Then it's a chance at redemption right?” Kristina asked and then took a step back in case he was thinking of throwing something.
“Redemption? Really? I am the top dog around here, but being the top dog in a small yard has very few rewards and maybe that is where the problem lies, maybe I have made a bad choice by deciding to bring my talents to a place that is not good enough for me. I thought that by coming here it would bring this place a boost of star power that this place was sorely lacking, but when you have management that isn't up to task for bringing in the best talent there is in the world then maybe it is time to find another meaningful way of employment.” Noah argued.
{Noah undressed and turned the shower on and then got inside, he scrubs his body as if he is trying to wash the stench off of his body. He emerges a few moments later with a towel wrapped around his lower part of his body. Kristina tried to get to him but he brushes her away from him as he reaches into his locker and puts on a 'Five Finger Death Punch' t-shirt and a pair of jeans and then sat down and slipped on a pair of red Nike basketball shoes. He tossed everything else into his gearbag and then closed it quickly.}
“You know its not really a bad thing that you lost, it could lead to bigger and better opportunities.” Kristina explained. “Maybe this is the way things are meant to be, you know you love to talk about fate and destiny, maybe it was your destiny to lose to Diego, maybe it was your fate to have to find another way to the top.”
“NO!” Noah angrily yelled, pounding his fist against the metal locker and denting it in the process. “No...you're wrong, I was NOT destined to lose to some re-fried bean eating, spot monkey, I was better then him the first time and I was better then him the last time. It was all politics just like it always is.”
{There is a knock at the door and a stage hand walks in with a pack of papers in his hand.”
“What?” Noah barked.
“I was just told to tell you that to make sure you are at the next show early for autograph sessions and meet and greet sessions and that your match with Musso is the lead in to the main event.” the stagehand explained.
“You can go tell Logan that Noah Hanson does not sign autographs for these trailer park trash, inbred pieces of garbage. As for the match with Musso....(Noah spits on the ground)...that what I think of Steel and his so called “chance” to get back into the chamber...” Noah said as he walked by the stagehand and out to the parking lot.
Musso, you want this chance then you need to take the bull by the horns and seize the moment. You want to be a star then reach as high as you can and do everything you can to get to the top.
{Noah is shown walking backstage, the anger evident on his face as he pushes his way past the backstage crew and the few wrestlers that are still hanging around. He sees his wife and waves her to their dressing room and pushes the door open.}
“You ok?” Kristina asked curiously.
“Do I look ok Kris?” Noah replied coldly.
“No.” she quickly replied.
{Noah turns towards Kristina and she smiles uneasily at him and hands him his gear bag.}
“They stole that win from me, Diego, the ref, hell probably all the way to the top. They can't stand to see me win, to see me dominate the roster the way I have so what do they do they instruct the ref to make a fast count, it's all on video, on youtube, people are not blind, mindless drones that will just walk over the cliff because you tell them they are lemmings. I have proven to be the top of the class around here and it pissed everyone off, Steel wouldn't give me a rematch but he “gives” me another chance to get into the chamber...” Noah explained before being cutoff by Kristina.
“Then it's a chance at redemption right?” Kristina asked and then took a step back in case he was thinking of throwing something.
“Redemption? Really? I am the top dog around here, but being the top dog in a small yard has very few rewards and maybe that is where the problem lies, maybe I have made a bad choice by deciding to bring my talents to a place that is not good enough for me. I thought that by coming here it would bring this place a boost of star power that this place was sorely lacking, but when you have management that isn't up to task for bringing in the best talent there is in the world then maybe it is time to find another meaningful way of employment.” Noah argued.
{Noah undressed and turned the shower on and then got inside, he scrubs his body as if he is trying to wash the stench off of his body. He emerges a few moments later with a towel wrapped around his lower part of his body. Kristina tried to get to him but he brushes her away from him as he reaches into his locker and puts on a 'Five Finger Death Punch' t-shirt and a pair of jeans and then sat down and slipped on a pair of red Nike basketball shoes. He tossed everything else into his gearbag and then closed it quickly.}
“You know its not really a bad thing that you lost, it could lead to bigger and better opportunities.” Kristina explained. “Maybe this is the way things are meant to be, you know you love to talk about fate and destiny, maybe it was your destiny to lose to Diego, maybe it was your fate to have to find another way to the top.”
“NO!” Noah angrily yelled, pounding his fist against the metal locker and denting it in the process. “No...you're wrong, I was NOT destined to lose to some re-fried bean eating, spot monkey, I was better then him the first time and I was better then him the last time. It was all politics just like it always is.”
{There is a knock at the door and a stage hand walks in with a pack of papers in his hand.”
“What?” Noah barked.
“I was just told to tell you that to make sure you are at the next show early for autograph sessions and meet and greet sessions and that your match with Musso is the lead in to the main event.” the stagehand explained.
“You can go tell Logan that Noah Hanson does not sign autographs for these trailer park trash, inbred pieces of garbage. As for the match with Musso....(Noah spits on the ground)...that what I think of Steel and his so called “chance” to get back into the chamber...” Noah said as he walked by the stagehand and out to the parking lot.
Musso, you want this chance then you need to take the bull by the horns and seize the moment. You want to be a star then reach as high as you can and do everything you can to get to the top.
